Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 95: Meeting the Future Father-in-law

"How did you know he’s already in Korsyth?"

Sharon Quincy’s heart pounded in terror.

She had only just received the news. How could Damian Hawthorne act like he’d known all along?

’Deep down, she didn’t want Damian Hawthorne to meet Linden Nathan.’

"Don’t forget, Miss Nathan, my information network in Korsyth is just as good as your Nathan Family’s." Seeing Sharon Quincy’s reaction, Damian Hawthorne watched her with his deep-set eyes, his expression unreadable.

Sharon Quincy lowered her gaze, her fingers tightening into fists.

’How could she forget?’

In the past, Linden Nathan would have definitely messaged her the day before he arrived, not just notified her after he was already in Korsyth.

"Don’t you want to marry me, Miss Nathan? Why are you so nervous at the thought of me meeting your father?"

Damian Hawthorne’s thin lips curved slightly, his brown eyes so deep that they betrayed no emotion.

He wore a simple white shirt, the top buttons undone, looking both handsome and rakish.

Sharon Quincy forced a smile. "Of course I’m nervous. After all, this is the first time I’m bringing a man to meet my father. But I’d hope for our first meeting to be a bit more formal. Why don’t we pick a time and a nice place? Today... it’s just too rushed."

"My father just got here. We should let him rest."

"Is that so? But your father has already contacted me."

Damian Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips. "Didn’t my future father-in-law tell you? He set the meeting for our families for tonight."

’Tonight?!’

The color drained from Sharon Quincy’s face, then flushed red.

’Why didn’t Linden Nathan give me any hint? Is he in that much of a hurry?’

Sharon Quincy was in a full-blown panic.

If Linden Nathan found out she was using Selina Nathan’s identity to discuss marriage, he would be furious.

At that thought, Sharon Quincy’s breath hitched, and she nearly fainted.

"No... you can’t." Sharon Quincy reached for Damian Hawthorne’s hand, but he deftly dodged her.

Heedless, Sharon Quincy grabbed his sleeve, her voice frantic. "You can’t, no! Damian Hawthorne, it’s too late today. My father... he isn’t in good health. He must just be overly eager to meet you. Can we reschedule? Please? Besides, I’m not ready yet."

"Let’s pick another time. Tomorrow. How about tomorrow?" Sharon Quincy looked at him expectantly.

"Don’t you want to marry me? Wouldn’t setting a date sooner be better for both of us...?" Damian Hawthorne arched a brow, his face a mask of confusion. "Miss Selina Nathan, you aren’t hiding something from me, are you?"

Sharon Quincy’s pupils constricted.

Her original plan was to keep up the charade for as long as she could, but it was clear Damian Hawthorne wasn’t buying it.

Or rather, being as smart as he was, he had likely seen through her long ago.

Sharon Quincy took a deep breath, making a decision in her heart.

"Yes, there is something I’ve been hiding from you."

As much as she didn’t want to, this was the best chance she had to come clean to Damian Hawthorne.

’Doesn’t Damian Hawthorne want to marry into the family? She could still make that happen as an adopted daughter.’

’As for the fortune, Linden Nathan had said he wouldn’t be stingy with her dowry.’

’Anyway, Linden Nathan’s biological daughter is nowhere to be found. If she got married first, she could convince Linden Nathan to give her a large sum of money.’

"Damian Hawthorne, you’re right. The truth is, I have been hiding something from you." Sharon Quincy took another deep breath, her eyes fixed on the face before her that she found so captivating. "I... I’m not actually Linden Nathan’s biological daughter..."

...

After Serena Hughes returned home in a huff, she sat sulking in the Sinclair family’s living room, not even hearing Fiona Sinclair call her name several times.

Logically speaking, the appearance of Selina Nathan wasn’t a bad thing for her.

Fiona Sinclair telling her to give up on Damian Hawthorne had only made Fiona feel more sorry for her.

Fiona Sinclair’s pity would only serve to solidify her status as the Sinclair family heiress.

But what Selina Nathan had done was just too disgusting.

She could give up on Damian Hawthorne on her own terms, but she couldn’t accept being humiliated in front of him.

What Selina Nathan did today was akin to rubbing her face in the dirt, showing her no respect whatsoever.

"Serena, why aren’t you eating?" Fiona Sinclair gestured for the maid to place the tray of food on the table in front of her. She then sat on the sofa herself and ladled a bowl of bird’s nest soup. "This is from this year’s new harvest. Have a little, it’s good for you."

Serena Hughes glanced at the bird’s nest soup and lowered her head. "Thank you, Grandma, but I’m not hungry."

Seeing her like this, Fiona Sinclair assumed she was upset about giving up on Damian Hawthorne. She patted her hand and said, "It’s just one Damian Hawthorne. There are plenty of talented young men in Korsyth. Grandma is already looking for someone for you, so don’t be sad."

At this, Serena Hughes’s eyes reddened, and she leaned pitifully into Fiona Sinclair’s arms. "Grandma, I’m not sad. I’m just angry. What right does that Selina Nathan have to act so superior? There might be a gap between our families’ wealth, but I’m not any worse than her in other aspects."

She had thought Selina Nathan would be some unparalleled beauty, but she turned out to be so plain-looking.

She admitted she couldn’t compare to Cecilia Nathan in looks, but when compared to Selina Nathan, she was more than her match.

After all, Selina Nathan was just too ordinary.

So ordinary that you could pull a random person off the street who would be better looking than her.

If her surname weren’t Nathan, who would give her a second glance?

The thought of Damian Hawthorne, who had once been so good to her, wanting to marry that woman made Serena Hughes seethe with indignation.

"Grandma, do you think... Mr. Hawthorne was threatened by her?"

’Otherwise, why would Damian Hawthorne want to marry her, and even... marry into her family...’

It was simply unbelievable.

"Threatened? I doubt it. But that boy, Damian Hawthorne, is no pushover. If he dared to say that, he must be sure he can’t form a marriage alliance with the Nathan Family." Fiona Sinclair calmly stroked her granddaughter’s head. "As for that Selina Nathan, you don’t need to worry too much about her. Linden Nathan arrived in Korsyth today, and his assistant has already been subtly leaking information. I’m afraid that Selina Nathan’s identity might not be real."

"What do you mean?" Serena Hughes didn’t understand at first. "Not the real Selina Nathan? You mean she’s a fake Selina Nathan?"

At this thought, Serena Hughes was instantly excited.

’If this woman isn’t Selina Nathan, then what does she have to be afraid of?’

She was going to make that woman feel the same humiliation she had suffered today.

"The Nathan Family keeps a tight lid on their affairs, so I’ve only managed to guess at a few things. I have no proof," Fiona Sinclair said, her eyes sharp and perceptive. "After all, her every move lacks class. She doesn’t seem like someone raised by a wealthy family at all."

Linden Nathan protected his daughter very well; he would never let her suffer.

A family like theirs, which had accumulated wealth for generations, would never raise someone who acted like that.

She had paid special attention to Selina Nathan at the last few banquets.

Although this Selina Nathan dressed glamorously, her every action betrayed a lack of confidence. She would stare at beautiful jewelry and clothes, unable to look away, like someone who had never seen the world.

She had judged countless people in her life and could tell something was off about Selina Nathan at a glance.

"Grandma, you’re right." Serena Hughes clapped her hands and stood up excitedly. "Now that you mention it, I remember too! Something is very wrong with this Selina Nathan. She must be an impostor!"